I sat at your door, waiting like a dog,
I did not drink, nor eat, I simply wanted to bark at the moon.
And under it the city, laying peacefully with its lights on,
Swallowing you whole.
Your alcoholic brother shot at me when I was hungover,
I gave him everything in my pockets in case he falls on harder times.
The neighbors on the contrary are having their third celebration in a row,
Or maybe another wedding, maybe a family scandal.
The lift continues to run, but everything goes right past the cash register,
For him, the final floor is wine, like Mount Blanc
And an abandoned ski-lift buried under snow.
And I'm at the finish line, stuck in a trap
I sit at your door, listening to the roof,
The day has passed, with your negative behind you.
People, cats and mice, they've all fallen asleep since then.
And while I'm still alive, I want to be with you!
I'll chew my veins if something is to happen,
I'll drink my own blood before I drink wine.
After all, there are all kinds of funny faces within in this city,
And yet you're the only one here who knows I miss you!
I'm like a loyal dog...